'Heaven and Earth' is closed during the day. There is a circle of colorful spotlights on the dance floor on the first floor. There are several scattering glass planks in the dance floor. The glass planks are filled with young and beautiful women in an orderly manner. They are rehearsing in high heels.
For the dance to be performed in the evening, a passage stretched out between the dance floor on the first floor and the booths on the second floor. A DJ with dyed white hair stood in the passage playing music for them.
A man wearing a holiday-style floral shirt walked past the stage. A woman on the stage saw him and shouted to him quickly: "Master Pan, Master Pan!"
When Pan Shaojie heard the woman's voice, he turned and walked towards her. The glass walkway was very high, and the woman had to kneel down and bend down, almost lying on the ground, to get herself in a lower position than Pan Shaojie. She was very beautiful.
Yes, her face is covered with thick powder, and her beautiful bones can be seen, but compared with a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, she is older. Her eyes are no longer sparkling when she smiles, and her eyes are squeezed out from the corners of her eyes.
The fine lines on her face make her beautiful face show vicissitudes and hollows. This is not the vicissitudes and hollows brought by aging to her, but the fate she has fallen into and cannot escape from.
The woman smiled and said, "Young Master Pan, please promise me what I asked you for two days ago."
When not at work, she wore very ordinary clothes, a white T-shirt and a pair of denim shorts. The small round neck of the T-shirt fell as she sank her waist and climbed down, and a silver chain fell out of her neck, shining in the light.
Shaking gently. Pan Shaojie stretched out his left index finger and pushed down her short-sleeved collar, revealing a thumb-sized butterfly tattooed on her left breast and her pink bra. He reached in and touched the butterfly's wings, picking out
With one corner of his lips twitching, "Minmin, you know I hate people borrowing money from me the most. What's the difference between borrowing money and defrauding me? I've been so good to you, do you want to lie to me?"
Cai Minmin did not hide. She even stepped forward and said with a smile: "Master Pan, how could I lie to you? I know you are good to me, and I will pay you back as soon as I pay my salary in two days."
Pan Shaojie: "I've seen your salary slip. You've asked for leave every day for the past two months and haven't even completed your minimum tasks. What do you want to give me back?"
Cai Minmin twisted her shoulders and acted coquettishly: "Master Pan, help me, I know you are the best."
Pan Shaojie held his hand on the glass plank and put it close to her ear: "You can also let me lend you money, but only if you promise me one thing."
Cai Minmin: "What's the matter?"
Pan Shaojie: "Bring your little sister over and have a drink with me."
Cai Minmin's face stiffened, and she forced a smile: "What are you talking about? You know best how many people there are in my family. I only have an older brother who is just hanging around and waiting to die every day for me to pay off his gambling debts. How can I have a younger sister?"
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Pan Shaojie suddenly grabbed her neck and pulled her down. Cai Minmin was almost dragged down by her. Pan Shaojie said: "Last week, I saw you shopping with a little girl in a green skirt. She called you sister, and you bought her something."
Milk tea. How come you not only refuse to admit it, but also lie to me?"
Cai Minmin's neck was caught in the crook of his elbow, as if entangled by a rope, making it difficult for her to breathe, but she still smiled: "That's my neighbor's little girl, not my sister."
Pan Shaojie: "She looks very similar to you. Okay, I'll stop here and you can think about it yourself."
He let go of Cai Minmin and strode towards a black couch beside the dance floor. Sitting on the sofa was a man in a suit. When the man saw him coming, he stood up with a smile. Pan Shaojie walked towards him with open arms and gave him a warm greeting
He gave him a hug and said, "Mr. Shao! Dear guest, dear guest."
Shao Yang smiled and said, "Young master Pan, you are so polite."
Pan Shaojie: "Sit, sit, sit."
The two sat down and Pan Shaojie asked: "Mr. Shao, have you completed the task I asked you to do?"
Shao Yang said: "I have contacted three shareholders, and the only one who has the intention to sell the land is an independent investor named Liu."
Pan Shaojie raised his hand and the waiter standing aside poured two glasses of wine. He picked up one and took a sip, "Liu Song? He only has 2% of the shares, he is useless."
Shao Yang: "So I still suggest to win over Liao Yuntao. If your and his shares add up to 53%, you can sign a land sale agreement with our company."
Pan Shaojie turned his head slightly, glanced at Cai Minmin who was dancing on the stage, and said: "I'm thinking of a way, but I don't know if it can be done. Before I can deal with Liao Yuntao, I have to trouble Mr. Shao to help me mobilize other shareholders."
He suddenly pressed the back of Shao Yang's hand, his eyes sly, "Remember, don't expose me. If our old man knows that I want to sell Sanding Building, then our business will not be successful."
Shao Yang smiled and said: "Don't worry, Mr. Pan. The land of Sanding Building is in the old city and has been depressed for many years. Our company does have a plan to buy the land and redevelop it. I went to contact other shareholders and it was our company.
name."
Pan Shaojie smiled and said: "You are indeed an elite introduced to me by my brother. He handles everything well. Where are my brothers?"
Shao Yang: "You mean Mr. Zhou? He just heard that you bought a new painting and went to see it."
Pan Shaojie: "I'll call him back and let's have a drink together."
The newly purchased oil painting was hung on the whiteboard wall to the east of the dance floor. The oil painting was very large, as tall as a person and nearly two meters wide. It showed more than a dozen exotic nude women in different postures and plump bodies.
Under the painting stood a man and a woman, both looking up at the naked woman in the painting. The woman shook her head and sighed: "I really can't understand. Who painted this painting? What do you want to express?"
The man's expression was focused, and there was no hint of intimacy in his calm eyes. The naked women on the wall seemed to have turned into flowers in his eyes. There was no man's gaze on the woman's body, only his appreciation of art.
The man said: "The name of this painting is 'Fairy', and the author is William-Adolphe Bouguereau, a 19th-century French academic painter. The original painting is currently collected in the Stockton Harkin Museum. The painting we saw
One should be a high-quality copy made by a German. As for what this painting wants to express -" he raised the corners of his lips and smiled faintly, "maybe it's just 'beauty'."
"Zhou Song!" Pan Shaojie walked over and put his arm around his shoulders, "You are hiding here to catch my beautiful secretary? Or are you peeking at a naked woman?"
Zhou Song pushed his arm away and said, "You are such a vulgar fellow. Angels have sent me down to earth, but you can only see your buttocks." He stretched out his hand to the woman who was looking at the painting with him just now and smiled, "
Hello, I haven’t had a chance to introduce myself yet, my name is Zhou Song.”
The woman held his hand and was flattered: "Hello, hello, my name is Li Ran, I am Mr. Pan's secretary. Nice to meet you."
Li Ran is as beautiful as Pan Shaojie's previous secretaries. The difference is that she is not dressed in a coquettish way. Her white silk shirt and beige high-waisted pants make her fresh and capable. She left after reporting her work to Pan Shaojie, before leaving.
Zhou Song took a sneak peek. Pan Shaojie looked at her swaying back and said, "Do you know why I hired her?"
Shao Yang, who was sitting on the sofa not far away, waved to this side. Zhou Song raised his hand in response and walked slowly towards him, "I don't want to know at all."
His voice was soft, but his tone was cold, as if he was unattainable and floating in the sky, and every word he spoke seemed difficult.
Pan Shaojie said: "Because she is so damn beautiful."
Zhou Song: "This is your ancestral recruitment condition, it is no longer new."
Pan Shaojie: "Not only is she beautiful, she also pretends to be aloof. Every time I give her a hint, she remains indifferent. She hasn't even looked at me until now. But she was ogling you just now!"
Zhou Song: "This is normal. I have never looked at you. You have a special talent. You can make everyone's eyes bypass you as if you are crossing an obstacle."
Pan Shaojie gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "Fuck! You don't use curse words when you curse!"
Zhou Song frowned: "The concentration of your foul language is too high. I would like to remind you that your mouth is for eating, not for spitting."
Pan Shaojie was not annoyed but smiled instead. He felt so good after being scolded by him that he put his hands on his hands and said with a smile: "Okay, okay! This is a good sentence, I want to use it on others."
The two people sat down next to Shao Yang. Zhou Song distanced himself from them and sat near the aisle. Pan Shaojie and Shao Yang talked about selling land again. Zhou Song looked at his mobile phone quietly. Pan Shaojie used his knees to
He bumped his leg and said, "My brother, please say a few words. I formed this game mainly to thank you."
Zhou Song raised his legs and crossed them elegantly. He stared at the phone without moving his eyes: "Shao Yang is an old classmate of mine. Of course I introduced him to you because I believed in his ability. You sell the land and he buys it."
Dear, the business belongs to you two, what does it have to do with me? You don’t need to thank me. If you really want to thank me, just stop bothering me with such trivial matters."
His cell phone rang. He answered the call and put it to his ear. He smiled before saying anything: "Are you here? Okay, I'll have someone pick you up."
Pan Shaojie: "You called someone here? Which beautiful sister is it? Have I seen her?"
Zhou Song said: "My beautiful sister is at the door. Go and pick her up."
The nightclub is closed during the day, and the door is closed. Unless there is someone to guide you, you can't get in. Pan Shaojie thought that a beautiful woman had come, but he didn't expect to bring back a man. He and Han Feilu came back one after another, and sat down
Zhou Song stood beside him and said, "You fooled me again. Sooner or later, I will be fooled by you."
Han Feilu looked at the three men sitting on the sofa. For some reason, he recognized at a glance that the man who had just spoken to him was the man with medium-length curly hair sitting on the edge. He looked at Zhou Song and asked, "Is that you?"
Zhou Song nodded and smiled: "It's me." He glanced at Pan Shaojie, his intention to clear the place was clear.
Pan Shaojie was very discerning and waved to Shao Yang, and the two of them left. Pan Shaojie walked a few steps away and deliberately smiled and shouted: "Young Master Zhou is fishing for Kaizi!"
Zhou Song pointed to the seat next to him and said, "Please sit down."
Han Feilu sat down, more than one meter away from him. He looked at Zhou Song, surprised that he would meet such a handsome man with a charming temperament during his trip. "To make a long story short, you know why I came to you."
Zhou Song took out the cigarette case and lighter from his pants pocket, slowly took out a cigarette and bit it in his mouth, lit it, lowered his head to reach for the cluster of flames, and the long hair that reached his neck fell forward, knocking him
His face was covered. He pulled his hair behind his ears, and the firelight flashed in his eyes for a moment, and then quickly extinguished. He lit the cigarette, raised his head and looked at Han Feilu, and there seemed to be two pieces of gold in his black pupils.
The light patterns made his peach-blossom eyes even more dazzling, and the water was rippling.
Zhou Song: "For Jin Tao? Or Yu Jiao? Or Qiao Yu and Hong Yibai?"
Han Feilu: "Starting with you, who are you?"
Zhou Song: "My surname is Zhou."
Han Feilu: "Mr. Zhou, why do you know that Jin Tao kidnapped Yu Jiao?"
Zhou Song: "I saw it."
Han Feilu: "Did you see it?"
Zhou Song handed him the cigarette case and asked with a smile: "Do you want it?" Seeing Han Feilu wave his hand, he put the cigarette case down again and continued, "About a week ago, I met Yu Jiao in a coffee shop.
She was sitting there by herself, probably waiting for someone. Soon, I saw Jin Tao walking in. Apparently they had made an appointment." At this point, he suddenly stopped and hesitated to speak.
Han Feilu stared at his face: "Go on."
Zhou Song: "Then Yu Jiao got into the white Toyota with the license plate number 67x2 and left with Jin Tao."
Han Feilu: "You are hiding part of it, I can see it."
Zhou Song: "That part is not important."
Han Feilu: "So you are sure that Jin Tao kidnapped Yu Jiao?"
Zhou Song: "I just suspected it, and now it seems that my suspicion was correct."
Han Feilu: "What's going on with Qiao Yu and Hong Yibai?"
Zhou Song asked back: "How much time do your police have?"
Han Feilu looked at his watch: "It's two o'clock in the afternoon now. The kidnappers asked Yu Jiao's husband to bring a blue diamond to the Sanding Building at ten o'clock tomorrow morning to redeem him. We have less than 20 hours to rescue Yu Jiao."
Zhou Song suddenly smiled, and Han Feilu felt uncomfortable because of his smile: "What are you laughing at?"
Zhou Song said: "Sorry, I just think your focus is wrong."
Han Feilu: "Isn't rescuing the hostages the key point?"
Zhou Song: "Of course it's the key point, but it's limited to ordinary kidnapping cases. Don't you think Yu Jiao's case is weird?"
From the time the Yu Jiao case was discovered to now, Han Feilu had certainly noticed a lot of strange things, but he didn't expect that the man who broke through this layer of secrets in front of him was actually the man he met for the first time. Han Feilu was suddenly very interested in listening to what he continued to say.
: "What's weird?"
Zhou Song raised his eyebrows slightly: "Are you testing me?"
Han Feilu smiled and said, "I'm asking for advice."
Zhou Song: "Okay, let me believe you."
Han Feilu: "You haven't said anything weird yet."
Zhou Song thought for a moment and said: "On April 3, 11-year-old Qiao Yu drowned in Shuanglongqiao Park. One month later, 10-year-old Hong Yibai disappeared in Shuanglongqiao Park. Isn't it weird? Hong Yibai was missing for only three days.
Yu Jiao was kidnapped, and the person who kidnapped her was her old lover with whom she still had an unresolved affair. Isn't it weird?"
Han Feilu: "How do you know that Yu Jiao and Jin Tao are still in love?"
Zhou Song: "I said it, I saw it."
Han Feilu nodded noncommittally: "So you think these three seemingly unrelated cases from Qiao Yu to Hong Yibai to Yu Jiao are actually related? Or even a serial case?"
Zhou Song did not answer and asked a new question: "Why did Hong Yibai go to Shuanglong Bridge alone?"
Han Feilu said: "Shuanglongqiao Park is a water diversion dam. There are artificial waterfalls there and it is also the water source of the city's moat. In the summer, many citizens will go there to escape the heat. Yu Jiao took Hong Yibai there many times for three days.
"Previously, Hong Yibai lied about going to a classmate's house to do homework, deceived Yu Jiao and the driver, and went to Shuanglong Bridge privately."
Zhou Song: "The question is, why did Hong Yibai go to Shuanglong Bridge without telling his parents and driver?"
Han Feilu felt unhappy when he asked back, and frowned: "I don't know, do you know?"
Zhou Song shrugged: "I don't know either, but I think it is very important. The reason why Hong Yibai went to Shuanglong Bridge may be directly related to Yu Jiao's kidnapping."
Han Feilu: "What does that have to do with Qiao Yu?"
Zhou Song: "It's such a coincidence that it's hard to believe it's a coincidence."
Han Feilu agreed with him, and also believed that there might be a secret connection between Qiao Yu, Hong Yibai and even Yu Jiao. He looked at his watch again and saw that the time had advanced by half an hour, but in addition to his relationship with
The handsome man named Zhou in front of him discussed the case, but made little progress. Han Feilu sat quietly for a moment, came up with a plan, and said: "Mr. Zhou, please come with me."
Zhou Song slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and then said: "As an enthusiastic citizen, I kindly provide clues to your police. But you want to invite me to the Public Security Bureau for tea, isn't it too unfair for me?"
Han Feilu said: "You misunderstood, I don't want to take you back to the police station for questioning, I want to take you to Shuanglong Bridge, where Qiao Yu drowned and Hong Yibai disappeared. If you are interested, talk to me
Go and have a look?"
Zhou Song spread his hands and said, "Do I look interested?"
Han Feilu raised the corners of his lips and revealed a sarcastic smile: "If you weren't interested, you wouldn't have called me so many times, let alone sent me that text message."
Zhou Song looked at him quietly for a moment and suddenly smiled: "You are right, I am indeed very interested."
They walked out of the building and walked into the street under the sun. Han Feilu turned his head towards Zhou Song inadvertently and was startled. Just now, he was indoors and the lights were dim, so he didn't realize how white Zhou Song's skin was. Now that he saw the sky, Zhou Song's skin was so white.
Song's face was reflecting directly in the sun, and his hair was black, and the clouds were scattered, making his skin even whiter. He was wearing a silver-gray silk long-sleeved shirt, with a loose fit and a texture like running water, with ribbons floating all over his body.
The fairy spirit of light clothes fluttering in the wind.
Zhou Songwei lowered his head to look at his cell phone. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Han Feilu looking at him, so he pressed the cell phone against his chest, turned to meet Han Feilu's eyes, and said, "Is something wrong?"
Han Feilu felt that his face looked familiar for some reason, and said, "You look like a person, no, I should say you are a god."
Zhou Song raised his eyebrows: "God? What god?"
Han Feilu: "I don't know what kind of god it is. I traveled abroad and saw it on church murals." He asked himself, "Which country is it from? What kind of bird god is it? Forget it, I can't remember."
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Zhou Song slowly raised the corners of his lips: "It doesn't matter, tell me when you remember it."
Zhou Song didn't drive, so he got into Han Feilu's car, and the two of them went straight to Shuanglong Bridge. A dozen kilometers east along the city's inland waterway was Shuanglong Bridge Park. It was noon, and it was not a holiday, so the parking space in the park was empty.
Halfway through, Han Feilu randomly picked a spot to park, and before getting off the car, he suddenly asked Zhou Song: "Do you want an umbrella? I have one in the car."
Zhou Song: "Umbrella?"
Han Feilu: "Parasol, block the sun." After saying that, he suddenly felt that he had said something extremely stupid. No matter how delicate Mr. Zhou was, he was still a big man.
Transform him. His limbs are intact, he can run and jump, and he can survive even if he basks in the sun for a while.
Zhou Song didn't mind using a parasol, but he was very lazy. He was so lazy that the embroidery needle felt heavy even when he held it. "No, thank you."
The two got off the car, walked a hundred meters, and stood on the viewing platform. In front of them was a large dam that cut across the main canal, pouring down a waterfall more than ten meters long. Two stone-carved dragon mouths on both sides of the waterfall spurted out water jets.
Below is a huge Hui-shaped pool with sparkling waves. From here, a river channel was built, leading directly to the city center park more than ten kilometers away.